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ANONYMOUS

Jeo vous pry sans debat
That ye wolde of myn estat
                Audire;
Sertfyés a vous jeo fay
I wil in time whan I may
                Venire.

Pur vostre amour, allas, allas!
I am werse than I was
                Per multa:
Jeo suy dolourouse en tut manere,
Woulde God in youre armes I were
                Sepulta!

Vous estes ma morte et ma vye,
I preye you for your curteisie
                Amate,
Cestes maundés jeo vous pry
In youre herté stedefastly
                Notate.

This World's Joy

c. 1300

WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
Nou thise leves^[1] waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike^[2] and mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.

1. this leves] these leaves.
2. sike] sigh.